Remember those who lost their lives in 1916
One hundred years ago this week my grandfather passed away in Harold's Cross Hospice at the young age of 43 years. He had tuberculosis for just six months. The city was on the brink of the Rising, plans were being drawn up at all angles for the forthcoming events which were to take place at Easter 1916.
He was a clerk in the Department of Social Welfare according to his death certificate. His passing all those years ago devastated his young wife and her eight young children.
The following May, their young son of six months passed away, as also did their two-year-old daughter in July of that year. 1916 must have just been a terrible year for his family and the family unit as they knew it totally disintegrated before their eyes.